Tara

NOTE: This is a character blog and, as such, is written in the voice of the character. Also, the dates are the way they are so that they coincide with the novels in The Élan Series. If you have anything particular you’d like to know about a character’s past, leave a comment or send me an email. I’ll see what I can do.

June 01, 2011

I haven’t told my family yet, and I don’t know if I will, but I was nearly abducted from the night club Forty South a few nights ago. And I don’t know why I’m so calm about it. Maybe it’s the shock that I was almost a statistic. Maybe it’s the fact that I wasn’t taken. Or maybe it had something to do with Jesse Williams and his friend; they somehow rescued me from at least two guys who were trying to pull me out of there.

In the middle of the dance floor, during one of my blinding visions, I felt large, sweaty hands gripping my wrists and shoving me forward from behind. I felt arid bodies surrounding me, sickening aftershave suffocating me, and hot breath whispering obscenities in my ear before a third man pulled me from those who were trying to take me. When the third guy touched me and thrust me behind him, I immediately had a sense of peace. I knew I would be okay. Maybe this unconcern I have now is a residual effect from his touch. Could a touch create that kind of calm in a person? Probably, if that person who was freaking out felt safer somehow with just a touch.

But back to the kidnapping – I couldn’t see who held me, I only heard their voices. And it was so crowded in the club that their voices weren’t all that clear either. And the vision, the one that kept me from screaming out, that kept me from seeing my captors, was a repeat of the many dreams and visions I’ve had before…the same handsome guy, the same yard at night.

After it was all over, I was left standing next to Aaron, with Jesse Williams and his friend retreating. No one knew what happened to the guys who were trying to take me. No one seemed concerned about it, either. Not even me. All I could think about was my vision and the comforting touch of a man I’ve never seen.

Looking back, it doesn’t seem so serious. Nothing happened, after all. I’m alright, other than being confused about who it was that tried to take me and how I can be so blasé about a near kidnapping. But, then again, maybe it’s just my way of dealing with all the strange things that have been happening lately. I’ll have to meditate on it.

May 15, 2011

I don’t know what’s happening to me! I’m having the strangest dreams, about some guy I know for a fact I’ve never met before in my life. It is the same dream every time: I am at a party and there are tons of people. I don’t know exactly where I am, but I’m in a house because I walk out a back door into the yard and he is sitting on a yard swing, waiting for me. He’s just sitting there staring at me, with his curly light brown hair, in blue jeans and a graphic tee. And I start to get a little creeped out and I think to myself, ‘What’s his deal?’ And it’s like he hears me or something, because he gets up and starts to walk toward me. But before he gets to me he is intercepted by Lexi, the president of my sorority. And he stands there with this bored look on his face, drinking a beer, scanning the faces of the crowd. I like to imagine that he is searching for me, but why would he?
I mean, we don’t even know each other.

And when I wake up, I feel, well, euphoric is the best word I can choose to describe it. Like just seeing him makes me the happiest I’ve ever been. My heart is full of hope and joy, at least for the first hour or so after waking up. And I remember this dream, probably because I’ve had it every night for the past two weeks. In fact, after my dedication on
Beltane, I fell asleep on the couch and first dreamed of him. That first one was very simple, just him on the swing. Every dream since then has added more of the scenery or new characters, and feelings. Lots of feelings. Mostly just happiness, but any of the emotions I feel are amplified somehow.

So, who is he? And why am I dreaming about him every night? I don’t know, but maybe, eventually, he’ll tell me.